He says he met Wayne Gretzky.
Bombay.
It cut out midway, and a first I cared ...
Ice Dawg loves all people.
That's what you do with the DS.
Sometimes an image can work better than a spiritual reading. This is what occurred today after I opened an email to see this image this morning.
There is just so much to be unsaid that I won't bother. In this episode we learn what apposite means. It might not mean what you think.
Don't.
This podcast, like its title, contains all sorts of Saskatchewan literary amalgamation.
Lorna Crozier's touching, perfect little memoir has gotten me rambling about the passage of time. Ruminating, yearning to brumate.
Thru the Garden confirms itself as a Salvation Book.
Good talks this morning. Therapeutic. Getting to the heart of what makes me feel anything, think anything. TREEPLANTERLAND and the trials that came from it. I could have missed the pain, but I would've had to miss the dance.
ROB, I LOVE YOU.
No Data
The props wash in.
Resuming after The Break
DIY is the theme. The Spirit of Christ is the consideration.
(Pictured is the dismantled cement mixer that I must now learn how to 'mantle')
A nice little phone call with my Ma about the great book by Lornia Crozier, Through the Garden: A Love Story (with Cats).
Lorna signed this book to me and I started reading on the night of my birthday. Her handwritten, pre-epigraph, to me.
"one breath, one foot at a time
on the path wherever
it goes --"
This Notebook is a goldmine and a wonder.
